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People don?t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Someone bent on suicide won?t have much sense of humour left.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.